Classic Poem

At her fair hands how have I grace entreated,
With prayers oft repeated!
Yet still my love is thwarted:
Heart, let her go, for she'll not be converted.
Say, shall she go?
Oh! no, no, no, no, no;
She is most fair, though she be marble-hearted.

How often have my sighs declared mine anguish,
Wherein I daily languish!
Yet doth she still procure it:
Heart, let her go, for I cannot endure it.
Say, shall she go?
Oh! no, no, no, no, no;
She gave the wound, and she alone must cure it.

The trickling tears that down my cheeks have flowed,
My love have often showed;
Yet still unkind I prove her:
Heart, let her go, for nought I do can move her.
Say, shall she go?
Oh! no, no, no, no, no;
Though me she hates, I cannot choose but love her.

But shall I still a true affection owe her,
Which prayers, sighs, tears, do show her,
And shall she still disdain me?
Heart, let her go, if they no grace can gain me.
Say, shall she go?
Oh! no, no, no, no, no;
She made me her's, and her's she will retain me.

But if the love that hath, and still doth burn me,
No love at length return me,
Out of my thoughts I'll set her.
Heart, let her go; oh heart! I pray thee, let her.
Say, shall she go?
Oh! no, no, no, no, no;
Fixed in the heart, how can the heart forget her?

But if I weep and sigh, and often wail me,
Till tears, sighs, prayers, fail me,
Shall yet my love persever?
Heart, let her go, if she will right thee never.
Say, shall she go?
Oh! no, no, no, no, no;
Tears, sighs, prayers, fail; but true love lasteth ever.